"The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children." - William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
Louisiana, present day
Carl Langley yawned and tried his best to keep his eyes open. He had been driving for couple of hours; the sun had set a while ago. He wasn't in a good mood, he rarely was. His wife knew better than well how bad his temper could be. Hopefully she would be smart enough to keep her damn mouth shut when he would get home. He yawned again, but suddenly he was fully awake. Someone was standing in the middle of the empty road.
He gasped and hit the breaks, managing to stop the car just before hitting the idiot. Two idiots actually. Kids. A boy and a girl. They were standing in front of his car hand in hand, neither of them looked startled. The boy was a preteen, probably somewhere between 11 and 13 and the girl was a little older. She was wearing some kind of school girl outfit and a cross around her neck, her hair was in pigtails. Carl's heart was pounding for a moment before he managed to calm down and get out of the car.
"What the hell are you morons doing?" he shouted. "Are you out of your damn mind!"
The girl smiled at him, the boy's face remained completely callous. Despite of his anger, Carl couldn't help but to notice how unique face the boy had. Angelic face. His deep blue eyes were carelessly observing Carl.
"Good evening, sir," the girl said politely. She had the same innocent heart shaped face than the boy; she was still holding his hand. "I apologize for any inconvenience, but my brother and I need a ride."
Carl frowned.
"Are you retarded, I almost hit you! Keep that up and the only place you're going is the fucking morgue!"
"I would appreciate if you wouldn't use such language in front of my brother," the girl stated, she was still smiling, but her tone of voice was scolding. "And no, we're not going to the morgue, we're going to New Orleans to see our daddy. He was naughty you see, he grounded us. We didn't like that."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Carl snapped.
The girl's eyebrows furrowed, she looked at the boy.
"I asked him not to use such language, didn't I? What say you, brother? Does he deserve a third chance?"
Slowly the boy's lips curved into a smile. The creepiest smile Carl had ever seen. The next thing Carl realized was that the boy was in front of him; there were black veins under his eyes.
"What the fuck…"
Carl screamed when the boy suddenly attacked him and bit his neck. The girl giggled when Carl fell down, desperately trying fight the boy off.
"Careful, brother," the girl hummed while grabbing Carl's wrist. "Don't get blood on your shirt."
The girl bit Carl's wrist. That was the last thing he felt. After his heart had stopped beating, the girl pulled away and stood up.
"That, enough, brother," she said calmly, the boy was still sucking Carl's neck.
Reluctantly the boy raised his head and retracted his fangs. Silently they buried the body on the side of the road together.
"There," the girl said cheerfully. "We were good. What daddy doesn't know won't upset him."
The boy stared at the girl.
"No," the girl said firmly. "I'm upset with him too for leaving us, but we won't talk about him like that."
The boy's expression tensed.
"I know, brother," the girl sighed. "I know and…"
She paused when she felt blood pouring out of her nose. The boy took a step towards her.
"It's okay," she muttered and touched her nose. "I'm fine…"
She couldn't finish her sentence when she lost her balance and fell on her knees. The boy was next to her immediately, he rubbed her back in a calming gesture when she started to throw up blood.
"No, no, no… I need daddy…" she murmured weakly. "He can fix this. Please, brother, help me…"
Gently the boy helped her up and guided her to the car, she was leaning on him.
"Thank you," the girl murmured. "Can you drive? I'm not feeling so good."
The boy nodded and helped her in the car. She smiled at him when he got in the driver's seat and started the car. They would be in New Orleans before dawn.